Before people took cheap shots and shit on Winger and discovered Nickelback there was Night Ranger. The band who started out as a killer rock band, unleashing "Don't Tell Me You Love Me" backed by the twelve string sonic assault of Jeff Watson, and Brad Gillis, who was fresh off of his stint as Ozzy's six string slinger. It was awesome. Then came "Sister Christian" and all of a sudden it didn't matter that the same album had songs like "(You Can Still) Rock in America" and the power ballad "When You Close Your Eyes" the guys had jumped the shark, shat the bed, screwed the pooch, sold their souls to the corporate machine. They had sold out. They were a joke now, and any rock credibility was swirling the drain. They had as much cachet as Culture Club. Which was too bad as I was a card carrying member of the shit on Night Ranger club. It didn't matter that I like their songs, and even secretly liked "Sister Christian" they ...
A place where I just blather on about shit I either miss, or am excited about, or just found and want to share. Or I could just be deliberately trying to waste your time. I generally don't know what I'm talking about, but sometimes I do. This generally reads like a stream of consciousness brain dump. I like to think of it as a reaction video, without the images ... mostly it's just me rambling ... it's meanderambling. #oldenoughtoforget